Mama comes from newcomer Spanish director Andres Muschietti, here hiding behind the more Anglicised name of Andy. Muschietti had previously made the film as the three-minute long Mama (2008). This clearly inspired Guillermo Del Toro sufficiently to give backing to Muschietti to expand Mama as a full-length film. The resulting film marks Muschiettis feature-length directorial debut.
The promise that Mamas trailer held rapidly proves to be one that falls apart in the hands of a novice director. (Clearly, Guillermo Del Toro was too preoccupied with his other projects to offer much in the way of guidance). The film never seems to consist of much more than Muschietti offering up peripheral pop-up scares. Alas, having sat through Scott Derricksons Sinister (2012) in recent months, these effects are rapidly starting to become tiresomely cliched through overuse, especially in being served up in such a repetitive and uninspired way here. There are times that Andy Muschietti seems on the verge of creating something genuinely eerie but blows it. A perfect example is where the trackers enter the cottage in the woods for the first time and we see filthy, half-human things unnaturally scuttling through the house and up on the top of benches and refrigerator. The scene looks entirely unearthly but what kills it is the addition of loud, amplified slams on the soundtrack that seem to be there with a bullhorn telling us when to jump and be scared. The best effect that Muschietti gets off is the scene where Isabelle Nelisse is in the bedroom tugging on a blanket and we think she is playing with Megan Charpentier only for Charpentier to come out of another room down the hall and in successive shots we see a shadowy figure outlined against the wall and then Nelisse being lifted up around ceiling height.
In the end, Mama disappointingly reveals its hand as being nothing other than another tired ghost story. The feral children angle and the initial unearthliness of the scantily observed Mama creature and wondering what it is holds promise but there increasingly appears to be little raison detre to the film. The script is predictable and you can see everything coming from a long way off. Once you get past the premise, where it becomes clear where everything is going and as the script wheels old hat genre devices into play, you cease to become engaged in what happens in the film because it holds no surprises, no unexpected shocks, no characters of any interesting depth, just the ratcheting of creaky old horror movie devices. Moreover, the constant profusion of loudly overstated soundtrack shocks kills all the atmosphere.
Perhaps the most unusual aspect of the film is the casting. The headline name is Jessica Chastain, an increasingly rising star name in the last couple of years. Mama opens within a week of Chastains Academy Award-nominated performance in Zero Dark Thirty (2012) and the two roles could not exist at more opposed poles to one another. If one didnt know, you would never guess it is Chastain here with her natural red hair hidden under a black dye job and she Gothed out with tattoos. The disappointment of casting an actress of Jessica Chastains calibre is that the film does nothing with her. Though she is given black hair dye and a set of tattoos, her Goth character could just as easily be replaced with Zero Dark Thirtys Maya or for that matter The Help (2011)s Celia for all the difference it makes. Up against her is Danish actor Nikolaj Coster-Waldau whose name has risen in recent years as a result of tvs Game of Thrones (2011 ). Coster-Waldau has an impossibly handsome presence but for some reason the film chooses to write him out of the show about halfway through and allow the lead to be inherited by the far less sympathetic character of Jessica Chastains step-aunt.
Mama is parodied in Scary MoVie (2013).
Original short film is available here:-